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96. "HOW THEY BROUGHT THE GOOD NEWS FROM
GHENT TO AIX' 
Good speed !' cried the watch, as the gate-bolts undrew ;
,-ever that glance O’er its white edge at me, his own master, askance ! And the thick heavy spume-flakes which aye and anon His fierce lips shook upwards in galloping on. By Hasselt, Dirck groaned ; and cried Joris, “Stay spur ! Your Roos galloped bravely, the fault's not in her, We'll remember at Aix'—for one heard the quick wheeze Of her chest, saw the stretched neck and staggering knees, And sunk tail, and horrible heave of the flank, As down on her haunches she shuddered and sank. So we were left galloping, Joris and I, Past Looz and past Tongres, no cloud in the sky; The broad sun above laughed a pitiless laugh, ’Neath our feet broke the brittle bright stubble like chaff ; Till over by Dalhem a dome-spire sprang white, And “Gallop', gasped Joris, for Aix is in sight!'
‘How they'll greet us !'-and all in a moment his roan
97. IT'S WISER BEING GOOD THAN BAD
It 's wiser being good than bad ;
It's safer being meek than fierce :
My own hope is, a sun will pierce
That, after Last, returns the First,
That what began best, can't end worst,
R. BROWNING (Apparent Failure).
98. THE PATRIOT
AN OLD STORY
It was roses, roses, all the way,
With myrtle mixed in my path like mad :
The church-spires flamed, such flags they had,
The old walls rocked with the crowd and cries.
But give me your sun from yonder skies !'
Alack, it was I who leaped at the sun
To give it my loving friends to keep ! Naught man could do, have I left undone :
And you see my harvest, what I reap This very day, now a year is run. There's nobody on the house-tops now
Just a palsied few at the windows set ;
At the Shambles' Gate-or, better yet,
A rope cuts both my wrists behind ;
For they fling, whoever has a mind,
In triumphs, people have dropped down dead. * Paid by the World,—what dost thou owe
Me ?' God might question : now instead, 'Tis God shall repay! I am safer so.
(When fortune's malice
Lost her, Calais)
R. BROWNING (De Gustibus—).
100. THE LOST LEADER Just for a handful of silver he left us,
Just for a riband to stick in his coat-
Lost all the others she lets us devote;
So much was theirs who so little allowed :
Rags—were they purple, his heart had been proud !
Lived in his mild and magnificent eye,
Made him our pattern to live and to die !
Shakespeare was of us, Milton was for us,
Burns, Shelley, were with us,—they watch from their graves
He alone sinks to the rear and the slaves !
Songs may inspirit us,-not from his lyre ;
Still bidding crouch whom the rest bade aspire :
One task more declined, one more footpath untrod,
One wrong more to man, one more insult to God !
There would be doubt, hesitation and pain,
Never glad confident morning again !
Menace our heart ere we master his own ;
101. A WOMAN'S LAST WORD
With a charm !
Be a man and fold me
With thine arm !
Teach me, only teach, Love !
As I ought
I will speak thy speech, Love,
Think thy thought-
Meet, if thou require it,
Laying flesh and spirit
In thy hands.
That shall be to-morrow
Not to-night :
Out of sight :
- Must a little weep, Love.
(Foolish me !)
And so fall asleep, Love,
Loved by thee.
102. NAY BUT YOU, WHO DO NOT LOVE HER
Is she not pure gold, my mistress ?
Aught like this tress, see, and this tress,
To praise, you search the wide world over :
If earth holds aught-speak truth-above her ?
103. HOME-THOUGHTS FROM THE SEA Nobly, nobly Cape Saint Vincent to the North-West died away ; Sunset ran, one glorious blood-red, reeking into Cadiz Bay ; Bluish mid the burning water, full in face Trafalgar lay; In the dimmest North-East distance, dawned Gibraltar grand and grey; * Here and here did England help me: how can I help England ? :
say, Whoso turns as I, this evening, turn to God to praise and pray, While Jove's planet rises yonder, silent over Africa.
104. OH, GOOD GIGANTIC SMILE O' THE BROWN OLD
This autumn morning! How he sets his bones
Listening the while, where on the heap of stones
R. BROWNING (James Lee's Wife).
105. HOME-THOUGHTS, FROM ABROAD